‘The Structure of an Image’ is a painting that’s also a sculpture.
A friend sends me a link to the final blog posts of a young woman who committed suicide. “Some stranger’s car radio played outro music” is one of her final lines. Tick tock.
I text a friend to ask the status of someone in a coma. “They are gonna take him off life support tonight,” he texts back. Tick tock. Tick tock.
“Is there a personal reason why you turned your attention to vanitas?” I ask Dirk Staschke later that evening. The artist’s brother-in-law, both parents, and son died in the span of five years. Tick. Tock.